Author's Notes: Okay, I know the idea of a group of kids trapped in Final Fantasy VII is a bit cheesy, but it was too tempting to pass up. Don't worry, my writing will be high-quality to make up for it (I know I've kind of skimped on my other fics out there, but, well, I'm pressed for time lately) and no, this is NOT a self-insertion. Enjoy!
Disclaimers: Listen up, because I'm not putting a disclaimer in every chapter this time. I don't own the Final Fantasy VII, PlayStation, or any other copyrighted materials mentioned within. (Well, okay, of course I own a PlayStation and a copy of FFVII, what self-respecting female wouldn't? I just don't own the rights to them, and if I did, I certainly wouldn't have time to write stories about the characters I already own... anyway.) I don't make money off of these stories either, so all you'd probably get from suing me is three pennies and a broken clock radio at the most.
Trapped: Final Fantasy VII
Chapter One: Party
Jenna's first major party had gone really well. Nothing had gotten broken, and no one had tried to show up with beer (her parents probably had the house under FBI surveillance). Things were starting to wind down; Jenna motioned to her best friend, Kylie, to start herding people out before the party got too boring.
"HELL YEAH! PLAYSTATION!"
"Oh, crap," she muttered. If there was one thing she cared about more than her mother's antiques, it was her video games. Worriedly she turned towards the den.
Four guys from school were messing with the entertainment center, trying to find the right VCR setup for the PlayStation. Derek was plugging in memory cards, checking what was on them while a guy named Geoff selected controllers. Mike, who chatted with her at school, was pawing through her games as Chris checked the wires behind the TV. Mike looked up at her, grinning. "Hey, Jenna, I didn't know you had a brother," he called. "He's got good taste in video games."
"EXCUSE me?"
"Tekken, Resident Evil, Final Fantasy VII, these are all top-notch," he explained, as though expecting she had no clue about gaming.
"I know," Jenna snapped, irritated. "They're mine."
The guys laughed. Even Mike, whom she sort of counted as a friend, smiled a bit patronizingly. "Come on, Jenna," Chris snorted. Chris had been her rival in everything from academics to sports since second grade, and he had a way of provoking her-like now. "Girls can't even handle pong, let alone Final Fantasy."
"I guess that explains why you must suck at them," she retorted. "I could kick your ass at any game in that stack, LITTLE boy." The insult as to his 'size' went unnoticed.
The guys laughed harder; tears even started running down Derek's face. "Yeah, right," Chris sneered. "Any time, girl."
"Is that a challenge?" Her teeth were gritted.
THAT got their attention. They all turned to her, barely laughing any more. "Ooooh, a bet," Geoff said, rubbing his hands together.
"Damn right."
Jenna fixed Chris's mocking gaze with a glare that could make Satan wet himself. She was good-better than most, she'd even maintained a reputation at the local arcade-and if she couldn't beat him, no one could...
"What the hell are you doing?" a voice hissed in her ear.
...Well, except maybe Kylie. She hadn't heard Kylie and her friend Meghan come over. Kylie was nodding at Chris. "He's good, you idiot!" she whispered.
"You've seen him play?" Jenna asked, still staring down Chris. All eyes were focused on Kylie now, who blushed.
"He, uh, he beat House of the Dead," she said, suddenly shy.
"Almost hit Kylie's score too!" Meghan added. "Only off by a few THOUSAND points."
Another chorus of "oooh" went around the room. Chris looked at Kylie, surprised, but the quiet girl refused to look away. She nodded almost imperceptibly; if there was one thing that gave a girl as shy as Kylie courage to stare down some of the most popular guys in school, even over something like video games, it was Jenna. Though her thoughts went something along the lines of 'I'm going to kill her. A lot.'
Chris looked at Jenna with a gleam in his eye now. "All right, bitch," he told Jenna amiably, "let's see what you got."
The seven of them crowded around the PlayStation. "Name your game," Jenna said, trying to sound brave. She'd realized belatedly that her two-player games were mostly driving and tournament; she was good at tournament, but driving games were more Kylie's suit than hers. Jenna was mostly the best at strategy, adventure, and-
"Final Fantasy VII," Chris said suddenly. "Your memory card has a file saved right before the boss in Mt. Nibel-"
"The Materia Keeper," she interrupted.
"Whoever beats him, with the most characters and hit points, wins the bet."
"What's the stakes?" Meghan wanted to know. "Can't have a decent bet without stakes. You know, loser has to do winner's homework or something."
Jenna could have slapped her. She could beat the Materia Keeper, but the problem was keeping more than one person alive. Usually, she let two people die and used healing spells galore on the last; it was easier than keeping all three alive, and took less supplies.
Geoff stared at Meghan as if she was a two-year-old. "Homework? That's lame. We'll just... deem a suitable punishment for the loser when they're through."
Surprisingly, everyone was interested now. It had happened before, though; Jenna and Chris in some bet over who was better, and the rivalry had become so interesting it was nearly famous at their high school. Still, it was always strange to see the revelation of "yeah, right" to excitement.
She and Chris shook on it while Kylie popped the video game in the system. Then she glanced behind the TV. "Hey, Chris, did you do something with these wires?" she asked.
"No, just checked them out. Why?"
"Dunno, they just looked kind of odd." She shrugged, Derek saying loudly to quit stalling. Then she pressed the power button. "Oh, well, probably just imagin-"
A deafeningly loud screech split the air. The seven teenagers involuntarily clamped their hands over their ears, yelling.
Then everything went black.
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Disclaimers: Listen up, because I'm not putting a disclaimer in every chapter this time. I don't own the Final Fantasy VII, PlayStation, or any other copyrighted materials mentioned within. (Well, okay, of course I own a PlayStation and a copy of FFVII, what self-respecting female wouldn't? I just don't own the rights to them, and if I did, I certainly wouldn't have time to write stories about the characters I already own... anyway.) I don't make money off of these stories either, so all you'd probably get from suing me is three pennies and a broken clock radio at the most.
Trapped: Final Fantasy VII
Chapter One: Party
Jenna's first major party had gone really well. Nothing had gotten broken, and no one had tried to show up with beer (her parents probably had the house under FBI surveillance). Things were starting to wind down; Jenna motioned to her best friend, Kylie, to start herding people out before the party got too boring.
"HELL YEAH! PLAYSTATION!"
"Oh, crap," she muttered. If there was one thing she cared about more than her mother's antiques, it was her video games. Worriedly she turned towards the den.
Four guys from school were messing with the entertainment center, trying to find the right VCR setup for the PlayStation. Derek was plugging in memory cards, checking what was on them while a guy named Geoff selected controllers. Mike, who chatted with her at school, was pawing through her games as Chris checked the wires behind the TV. Mike looked up at her, grinning. "Hey, Jenna, I didn't know you had a brother," he called. "He's got good taste in video games."
"EXCUSE me?"
"Tekken, Resident Evil, Final Fantasy VII, these are all top-notch," he explained, as though expecting she had no clue about gaming.
"I know," Jenna snapped, irritated. "They're mine."
The guys laughed. Even Mike, whom she sort of counted as a friend, smiled a bit patronizingly. "Come on, Jenna," Chris snorted. Chris had been her rival in everything from academics to sports since second grade, and he had a way of provoking her-like now. "Girls can't even handle pong, let alone Final Fantasy."
"I guess that explains why you must suck at them," she retorted. "I could kick your ass at any game in that stack, LITTLE boy." The insult as to his 'size' went unnoticed.
The guys laughed harder; tears even started running down Derek's face. "Yeah, right," Chris sneered. "Any time, girl."
"Is that a challenge?" Her teeth were gritted.
THAT got their attention. They all turned to her, barely laughing any more. "Ooooh, a bet," Geoff said, rubbing his hands together.
"Damn right."
Jenna fixed Chris's mocking gaze with a glare that could make Satan wet himself. She was good-better than most, she'd even maintained a reputation at the local arcade-and if she couldn't beat him, no one could...
"What the hell are you doing?" a voice hissed in her ear.
...Well, except maybe Kylie. She hadn't heard Kylie and her friend Meghan come over. Kylie was nodding at Chris. "He's good, you idiot!" she whispered.
"You've seen him play?" Jenna asked, still staring down Chris. All eyes were focused on Kylie now, who blushed.
"He, uh, he beat House of the Dead," she said, suddenly shy.
"Almost hit Kylie's score too!" Meghan added. "Only off by a few THOUSAND points."
Another chorus of "oooh" went around the room. Chris looked at Kylie, surprised, but the quiet girl refused to look away. She nodded almost imperceptibly; if there was one thing that gave a girl as shy as Kylie courage to stare down some of the most popular guys in school, even over something like video games, it was Jenna. Though her thoughts went something along the lines of 'I'm going to kill her. A lot.'
Chris looked at Jenna with a gleam in his eye now. "All right, bitch," he told Jenna amiably, "let's see what you got."
The seven of them crowded around the PlayStation. "Name your game," Jenna said, trying to sound brave. She'd realized belatedly that her two-player games were mostly driving and tournament; she was good at tournament, but driving games were more Kylie's suit than hers. Jenna was mostly the best at strategy, adventure, and-
"Final Fantasy VII," Chris said suddenly. "Your memory card has a file saved right before the boss in Mt. Nibel-"
"The Materia Keeper," she interrupted.
"Whoever beats him, with the most characters and hit points, wins the bet."
"What's the stakes?" Meghan wanted to know. "Can't have a decent bet without stakes. You know, loser has to do winner's homework or something."
Jenna could have slapped her. She could beat the Materia Keeper, but the problem was keeping more than one person alive. Usually, she let two people die and used healing spells galore on the last; it was easier than keeping all three alive, and took less supplies.
Geoff stared at Meghan as if she was a two-year-old. "Homework? That's lame. We'll just... deem a suitable punishment for the loser when they're through."
Surprisingly, everyone was interested now. It had happened before, though; Jenna and Chris in some bet over who was better, and the rivalry had become so interesting it was nearly famous at their high school. Still, it was always strange to see the revelation of "yeah, right" to excitement.
She and Chris shook on it while Kylie popped the video game in the system. Then she glanced behind the TV. "Hey, Chris, did you do something with these wires?" she asked.
"No, just checked them out. Why?"
"Dunno, they just looked kind of odd." She shrugged, Derek saying loudly to quit stalling. Then she pressed the power button. "Oh, well, probably just imagin-"
A deafeningly loud screech split the air. The seven teenagers involuntarily clamped their hands over their ears, yelling.
Then everything went black.
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